Just found out Friday falls on a Saturday this week.
Early spring
Rain falling equally
on day and night
Just found out Friday falls on a Saturday this week.
Early spring
Rain falling equally
on day and night
That split
between life and death
is not a border,
but eternity,
not a doorway
to an endless future,
but an escape
from the chains of time,
not a shattering,
but a mending,
not the end of the line,
but a circle,
closing.
A bit late, but, hey, it’s still Friday somewhere!
Morning comes late
crisp as November sunlight
a mouse finds a window gap
A senryu to start a new year of haiku.
Long ago, the same
half moon rising to the stars,
we went a-roving